(Isolde's POV)
Maybe this was how it was supposed to be. Boss and assistant. Nothing more. We were just back to where we should have been from the start.
I told myself that was fine.
That evening, Sarah dragged me to a small restaurant near the office. Nothing fancy. Just a corner booth and decent food.
"How's the foot?" she asked, pouring herself some water.
"Almost back to normal," I said. "I can walk without limping now."
"Good." She pointed her fork at me. "You pushed yourself too hard coming back so early."
"I was bored at home."
She gave me a look that said she didn't believe me, but she let it go.
I picked at my food for a moment.
"Hey," I said. "Do you know any lawyers? Someone who handles mate bond cases. Rejections, formal severance. That kind of thing."
Sarah's fork s
